My wife recently turned 42 (she's a Douglas Adams fan, too). I put eight candles on her cake, and lit three of them: 00101010. She got it right away. Not bad for an English professor. I lost her, though, when I said she was my shining *.
Hmm. We have different driving styles. I find myself pulling on the wheel slightly during a powered turn. Anyway, that's what stability and traction control systems are for, right?
Why bother to RTFA? "If you are worried about all your personal sins being viewed in cyberspace, fear not -- the app customizes each user's list and is password protected for privacy. Once you go to confession, your nefarious revelations are wiped away."
"[T]he new app doesn't replace traditional confession. You still have to go to a priest for absolution.... It leads you through an 'Examination of Conscience' to help you figure out what your real sins are -- and not just by retreading your run of the mill 10 Commandments."
In sacramental preparation, Roman Catholics are taught to privately undertake an examination of conscience before entering the confessional. This is just, shall we say, an expert system for the process.
Well, sure. When the interface was designed, speeds were low and it was safe enough (and quite easy, with the upright posture that lasted into the '50s and '60s) to look at your foot on the pedal to make sure you were using the right one.
Unfortunately, we're dealing with a century of backwards-compatibility issues. Throttle and brake pedals lie next to each other, and even though drivers can no longer easily see them, unless you can convince an entire industry to adopt your obviously superior user interface, there they will remain.
I can think of one alternative interface right off the bat, similar to the personal watercraft: pulling the steering wheel towards you accelerates, pushing it away brakes (and releasing it returns it to the closed, "braking," position). In a panic, I'd expect humans to naturally brace themselves, pushing the wheel away, or cover their heads, releasing it.
The best interface, of course, is the one where I tell the car where I want to go and then work, read, sleep, etc. until the GPS says, "You have reached your destination."
I made this point in response to someone else, but: Alcohol impairs response time (and judgment, to some extent, but response time most of all). We had been nearly parked in during a Christmas party: My (entirely sober) wife was unwilling to attempt extraction, but understanding alcohol impairment, was happy to let me pull our car out of its parking place. I did so, then turned the driver's seat over to her. With the article's alcohol detection system in place, I would not have been able to drive at all, not even in a private drive (where we'd been parked); it couldn't know "public roads" (your term) from the private drive, where I endangered no one.
An hour round trip, ach, you're lucky. I live in the minimal pair of Tempe (Tampa, that is), and we're lucky if buses come by every half hour (I've vacationed in Scottsdale, in the summer!, and had no problem with the bus system in > Phoenix). Bus trips can take three to four times the duration of the same trip by car (due to transfers, mostly, and we don't get free transfers!). We're dying for a light rail system that goes from the airport through downtown to the area's largest employer (Univ. of S. FL and its medical center).
OTOH: After one Christmas party, I knew I wasn't in shape to share the road with other drivers. But that's a reaction time problem (the problem with alcohol impairment); our car had been nearly parked in by other party-goers. With no other moving vehicles, I was far more capable of extracting our car from the surrounding vehicles than my (entirely sober) wife. I did so, then turned the driver's seat over to her.
With this system in place, I would not have been able to do so, and we'd have had to find the owner of one of the surrounding vehicles (and hope they weren't impaired).
TSA pat-downs are less necessary for trains than planes simply because trains can't be redirected into, say, large office buildings or nuclear plants. They're kind of stuck on the rails.
The above is not to say there can't be plenty of trouble a dedicated terrorist can cause with a passenger train (I could probably come up with a couple of dozen "train hijacking" films), but external damage is a bit more limited. High-speed trains, in particular, are going to need dedicated rail lines, so it would be hard to even crash them into freight trains with hazardous chemicals, say.
I'm the C wizard at my (small) shop. We've got two other C programmers. We've also got a couple of C# programmers, but our flagship products have to compile on Windows, Linux, AS400, and IBM's big iron. C# do that?
But I have to keep up with client feature requests. I don't get any time to learn C#. Yeah, I've played with it on my own time, but I've got a family, so my boss gets very little of my own time. I know the syntax from running QA/debugging on other people's code, but I don't get the exposure to the libraries.
If it became necessary for me to spend even a third of my time developing in C#, I'd be up to speed within a month. Do I have to wait for that to get a raise? Did I mention I'm responsible for our flagship products?
Mod parent up. One finger is clearly above the hat brim, and the next one is below. She's just holding her hat on her head. And, you know, back then people on the street actually talked to one another.
No, I'm sorry, but you completely misread my sig. I explicitly ask whether it's necessary to pass someone (every maneuver has some level of risk), not whether you should keep up with prevailing traffic. In fact, it seems to me that I'm encouraging travel at the prevailing speed (at least that of the vehicle ahead of you). I never equate slower with safer; I exhort a simple risk vs. reward analysis. But there's only so much you can pack into 120 characters.
As a recovering math instructor, I picked speeds so the answer comes out just under one minute (with the distance pulled out of some memory about the length of the median urban highway trip).
The original problem comes out of a weekly trip I used to make on a rural two-lane highway (US-12 in southern Michigan) passing through some small town (where it widens to four lanes, but you can expect a strictly enforced speed limit) about every ten miles. I would not infrequently come up behind someone doing 50 in a 55, and start the "can I pass this guy" dance. It did wonders for my stress levels when I took a few seconds to say, okay, it's only three miles to Soycornhogton, I will lose about twenty-seven seconds if I just stay behind him. Again, the 120-character limit.
Why convert from km to miles? TFA says it's over 100km, decidedly imprecise (it's probably not over 110km, but could easily be 104km). The poster converts for us to English measurements with an increased precision, with the implication that, while it's over 62 miles, it's not over 63.
I wear it; I have no illusion that I look good in it.
Oh, and I have already successfully reproduced--to my occasional chagrin and my mother's constant glee. ("Some day, I hope you have a child just like you!")
I still have a great fondness for McCoy's Doctor (he suffered from some weak and silly scripts, though). I can watch and re-watch "Remembrance of the Daleks."
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He doesn't yet, but he has a neighbor who's willing to give him one.
My wife recently turned 42 (she's a Douglas Adams fan, too). I put eight candles on her cake, and lit three of them: 00101010. She got it right away. Not bad for an English professor. I lost her, though, when I said she was my shining *.
Sorry for leaving the "sarcasm" punctuation off that last sentence of mine.
More of an expert system, as best I could tell from the article, rather than a simple checklist.
Hmm. We have different driving styles. I find myself pulling on the wheel slightly during a powered turn. Anyway, that's what stability and traction control systems are for, right?
Why bother to RTFA? "If you are worried about all your personal sins being viewed in cyberspace, fear not -- the app customizes each user's list and is password protected for privacy. Once you go to confession, your nefarious revelations are wiped away."
Please, people. Ha, ha, funny. RTFA.
"[T]he new app doesn't replace traditional confession. You still have to go to a priest for absolution. ... It leads you through an 'Examination of Conscience' to help you figure out what your real sins are -- and not just by retreading your run of the mill 10 Commandments."
In sacramental preparation, Roman Catholics are taught to privately undertake an examination of conscience before entering the confessional. This is just, shall we say, an expert system for the process.
Well, sure. When the interface was designed, speeds were low and it was safe enough (and quite easy, with the upright posture that lasted into the '50s and '60s) to look at your foot on the pedal to make sure you were using the right one.
Unfortunately, we're dealing with a century of backwards-compatibility issues. Throttle and brake pedals lie next to each other, and even though drivers can no longer easily see them, unless you can convince an entire industry to adopt your obviously superior user interface, there they will remain.
I can think of one alternative interface right off the bat, similar to the personal watercraft: pulling the steering wheel towards you accelerates, pushing it away brakes (and releasing it returns it to the closed, "braking," position). In a panic, I'd expect humans to naturally brace themselves, pushing the wheel away, or cover their heads, releasing it.
The best interface, of course, is the one where I tell the car where I want to go and then work, read, sleep, etc. until the GPS says, "You have reached your destination."
Most accidents occur within fifteen miles of the bathroom!
I made this point in response to someone else, but: Alcohol impairs response time (and judgment, to some extent, but response time most of all). We had been nearly parked in during a Christmas party: My (entirely sober) wife was unwilling to attempt extraction, but understanding alcohol impairment, was happy to let me pull our car out of its parking place. I did so, then turned the driver's seat over to her. With the article's alcohol detection system in place, I would not have been able to drive at all, not even in a private drive (where we'd been parked); it couldn't know "public roads" (your term) from the private drive, where I endangered no one.
An hour round trip, ach, you're lucky. I live in the minimal pair of Tempe (Tampa, that is), and we're lucky if buses come by every half hour (I've vacationed in Scottsdale, in the summer!, and had no problem with the bus system in > Phoenix). Bus trips can take three to four times the duration of the same trip by car (due to transfers, mostly, and we don't get free transfers!). We're dying for a light rail system that goes from the airport through downtown to the area's largest employer (Univ. of S. FL and its medical center).
OTOH: After one Christmas party, I knew I wasn't in shape to share the road with other drivers. But that's a reaction time problem (the problem with alcohol impairment); our car had been nearly parked in by other party-goers. With no other moving vehicles, I was far more capable of extracting our car from the surrounding vehicles than my (entirely sober) wife. I did so, then turned the driver's seat over to her.
With this system in place, I would not have been able to do so, and we'd have had to find the owner of one of the surrounding vehicles (and hope they weren't impaired).
TSA pat-downs are less necessary for trains than planes simply because trains can't be redirected into, say, large office buildings or nuclear plants. They're kind of stuck on the rails.
The above is not to say there can't be plenty of trouble a dedicated terrorist can cause with a passenger train (I could probably come up with a couple of dozen "train hijacking" films), but external damage is a bit more limited. High-speed trains, in particular, are going to need dedicated rail lines, so it would be hard to even crash them into freight trains with hazardous chemicals, say.
Mod parent up!
I'm the C wizard at my (small) shop. We've got two other C programmers. We've also got a couple of C# programmers, but our flagship products have to compile on Windows, Linux, AS400, and IBM's big iron. C# do that?
But I have to keep up with client feature requests. I don't get any time to learn C#. Yeah, I've played with it on my own time, but I've got a family, so my boss gets very little of my own time. I know the syntax from running QA/debugging on other people's code, but I don't get the exposure to the libraries.
If it became necessary for me to spend even a third of my time developing in C#, I'd be up to speed within a month. Do I have to wait for that to get a raise? Did I mention I'm responsible for our flagship products?
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Mod parent up. One finger is clearly above the hat brim, and the next one is below. She's just holding her hat on her head. And, you know, back then people on the street actually talked to one another.
No, I'm sorry, but you completely misread my sig. I explicitly ask whether it's necessary to pass someone (every maneuver has some level of risk), not whether you should keep up with prevailing traffic. In fact, it seems to me that I'm encouraging travel at the prevailing speed (at least that of the vehicle ahead of you). I never equate slower with safer; I exhort a simple risk vs. reward analysis. But there's only so much you can pack into 120 characters.
As a recovering math instructor, I picked speeds so the answer comes out just under one minute (with the distance pulled out of some memory about the length of the median urban highway trip).
The original problem comes out of a weekly trip I used to make on a rural two-lane highway (US-12 in southern Michigan) passing through some small town (where it widens to four lanes, but you can expect a strictly enforced speed limit) about every ten miles. I would not infrequently come up behind someone doing 50 in a 55, and start the "can I pass this guy" dance. It did wonders for my stress levels when I took a few seconds to say, okay, it's only three miles to Soycornhogton, I will lose about twenty-seven seconds if I just stay behind him. Again, the 120-character limit.
And I must note that NPR's article has a more correct "60-mile stretch."
I should have said "TFAH". You are correct. I should not have blamed the poster.
Why convert from km to miles? TFA says it's over 100km, decidedly imprecise (it's probably not over 110km, but could easily be 104km). The poster converts for us to English measurements with an increased precision, with the implication that, while it's over 62 miles, it's not over 63.
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I wear it; I have no illusion that I look good in it.
Oh, and I have already successfully reproduced--to my occasional chagrin and my mother's constant glee. ("Some day, I hope you have a child just like you!")
The analogy I use is that of a law firm where the partners have lost control to the secretaries.
Pertwee was my first, and he had some great stories plus Jo Grant! He and McCoy had similar approaches to playing the Doctor, I think.
I still have a great fondness for McCoy's Doctor (he suffered from some weak and silly scripts, though). I can watch and re-watch "Remembrance of the Daleks."